LAST NIGHT

Last Night, I wandered down the lonely streets,

And the Moon was wandering too.

Last Night, I wondered 'Who am I'?

And the Moon was, maybe, thinking too.

Last Night, I was walking alone like a Bandit King,

Or like a Barbarian in the Midnight Dark..

Last Night, was a search of myself on the silent streets,

Or the search of, maybe, my minds singing Skylark.

Last Night, I heard the rumbling of trains,

But the Grave's silence, still, was felt..

Last Night, I saw Skycrapers raging high,

But my sightless Zenith, still, was melt.

Last Night, I felt the truth of being innocent alone,

Like the harmless Dove in the callous land..

Last Night, I felt the time is to break away,

Like the playful Squirrel from the rope of sand.

Last Night, I thought my cameo is certainly over,

And then a wallk through my past begun..

Last Night, I then remembered my Mother's words,

"Come soon, Home."..and my walk was done.